We got to Riga in a thunderstorm.
The hostel basement had flooded. So no washing. We really really needed some washing done. To find some we went searching for another hostel, after we went to a few at had similar washing problems we found a place that let us have our own room, as well as some washing, for not much more Lats (The currency).
Note about the Lat: Its stronger than the Pound. My pride is still recovering. Apparently keeping it artificially high is killing the country so lets all still rejoice in Pax Britiania.
Good times.
We still stayed one night at the first place. It has a pretty cool bar attached which we indulged in. the local drink is a thing called Riga Black Balsam. its realistically a medicine that happens by fortunate chance to be about 45%. It kind of tastes like arse. i had it straight first and then with some coke. With coke it is a capable problem. If drunk warm with blackcurrant and cinnamon it is surposadly very nice. This needs to be proved.
We Riga me and Helen decided to stay a little longer. we'd been getting a bit bored with moving around all the time. In Riga we setteled.
The City is a very touristy Old Town combined witha fairly well sized City stuck on. Its all in all about the size of Leeds.
Im writing this as we are in the process of our last night. Therefore I've forgetten quite when things have happened. For the sake of ease on my part all happenings in Riga will be told as I remember them.
As I'm in an internet cafe and time is running out expect this update soon.
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